This is a song about "Love music"

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

You make elevator music

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I just wanna make music,

I make them ho's strip

“hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Making dollar bills out of music

I got some fire and shit

...i make beautiful music,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You just dont seem to understand music